For the last 6 weeks, work has consumed my time. I was working some crazy hours, not seeing my family, having to turn down seeing friends and getting on average 5 hours of sleep a night.

It was supposed to last until the end of July but yesterday I got a reprieve. It may be temporary but for now my time is not crazily mapped out into rushed deadlines and my stomach doesn't hurt too much for the first time in two weeks.

Anxiety, man, does a body bad.

And yet, I'm strangely dejected. I busted my beak trying to get things done and we were in the homestretch. Money was good too but there's a little disappointment that we were interrupted before the end.